Yes, that's right, everybody's favorite gold wearing, big, black a-team member. I piddy da foo dat don't know Mista Tee! I wish I could be Mr. T when I grow up. Of course, I'm neither big, nor black, and I'm too poor for gaudy gold chains. Oh well, I can dream, can't I? I suppose I'll have to make due talking about how very cool he is. What is the point of this post you ask? Nothing, really, other than talking about mr. T. Adam (Captain Laser Pants) suggested I do so, so I took him up on his offer. What are your thoughts on Mr. T?

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actually, no one, why do you think I'm communicating via the forum? I already had the people I eat lunch with remind me I'm a loser. Ah well. Did I mention mr. t beat up "Deep Blue" to prove humans are still superior to computers? I think you sent me that link mr. "who let's you talk?"

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Twas the night before christmas, and there was peace in the 'hood
T was drinkin his milk, like all growing boys should.
He was only half through, when he driftedto sleep
Dreaming 'bout his van while he threw another creep.
But as Mr T slumbered, down the chimney came quick,
a huge bag full of toys, and ont thirsty Saint Nick.
"Boy am I parched!" the tired Santa thought,
"This tall glass of milk will really hit the spot."
"Damn, that was GOOD!" the old man chuckled with glee,
"I don't think he'll miss another carton or three..."
Just at that moment, Mr. T woke from his nap,
"Who the hell is this foo' in the crazy red cap?"
"The kids call me santa, and I'm nobody's foo'
Now if you'll excuse me, its time that i flew..."
"Don't leave yet, sucka!" the angry T spat,
"I see from your moustache, its my milk you've been at!"
"So what if I have?!" Santa said, turning to go,
"I've had enough lip from this mowhawked psycho!"
"Enough jibba jabba, Kringle! Your fool brain must be stone!
You won't look so jolly once your ass has been thrown!"
"Go ahead and try, boy! This suit may be felt,
But Santa's no loafer, and he's got a black belt!"
With a mighty "Hi-keeba!" Saint Nick launched his attack.
But T stood his ground, sayin "Give up now, Jack!"

I really dont feel like typing the rest, and I want to build up suspense so you will want to go to the site! have A (team) fun time!